The Punishment True Divine Cultivator broke through to the Divine Void first, and the Martial Dao followed closely after the condensation cyclone. Yuan Chungang is no longer fighting Ao Zhen's body, and it makes no sense to threaten to continue.

Yuan Chungang no longer stared at these young people all the time, but only asked that he must gather together at noon every day to watch the Seven Killings Sutra together.

The Seven Killings Sutra is easy to understand, and it emphasizes how to cultivate sword qi in the body.

Hu Yiwan practiced guns, and Tongyoujun practiced knives. The two of them can only touch the bypass, and they can't absorb all of them, but they will also gain.

Bei Ruoxi has already practiced the sword qigong method, and he can only learn from it and cannot use it for his own use.

Xing Zhen and the little puppy cub intend to develop in the direction of sword cultivation, and now the realm is not enough, but it still helps a lot.

I watched it every day and didn't forget to keep everything in mind.

When you reach the last page, time and space freeze in the room. One room apart, two worlds inside and outside.

When the vision ended and Beifu returned to normal, there was no sign of the young people in the room, including the puppies.

The peasant man approached slowly, put away the Seven Killings Sutra and said to himself: "In a world without protection, everything depends on your own efforts." Xing Zhen, since we met outside Qingyang Town, Lao Xiucai has been helping you do things. This favor is too great, I hope you know how to be grateful. ”

"When you get to the Seven Killings Blessed Land, you must handle it lightly and severely, and don't let down Lao Xiucai's hard work. ”

But he said that the punishment was true, his eyes were dark, and when he saw the light again, the things around him were people.

Bei Ruoxi, Hu Yiwan, and Tong Youjun disappeared, and only the puppies followed.

Xing Zhen and the little puppy cub were in a deserted land temple, and the low-level copper and gold bodies might have been broken and sold for money, leaving only scattered residues.

The temple has been dilapidated and abandoned for a long time, and the land lord is nowhere to be found, but it is a good place to stay.

"Grunt" came with two stomach protests. A person and a dog glanced at each other, and they all said the same thing.

"Didn't eat lunch. ”

After the two guys were shocked, they still had to find a way to fill their stomachs first.

Out of the ruined temple, the clear sky suddenly thundered. At the canopy, a magnificent golden gate slowly emerged.

The two pillars shone like gold, and they stood in the sky. Stretching to an infinite height, it seems to pierce a hole in the sky.

The gate of heaven hangs rainbows in all directions, connecting the gate of heaven and the ground. There are countless rainbows, that is, countless roads leading to the gate of heaven and stepping into the sky.

The road to the sky is like a tree trunk, parting countless branches and forks. There are thousands of roads near the land, and the higher you go, the fewer roads there are to merge and merge.

In the end, the road to the Gate of Heaven merged into one. The meaning is obvious, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road.

Such visions are not visible here but the entire Seven Killings Blessed Land, no matter where you are.

A strong and powerful voice spread throughout the blessed land, every person or demon. As long as you are alive, whether you are sleeping or otherwise, you can hear it clearly in your ears.

The voice is like a spell, imprinting itself in everyone's hearts, and you can't forget it.

"Strangers entering this world, if they want to leave, they need to pay the reincarnation stone before they can cross the gate of heaven and return to the original world. ”

"This world is called the Seven Killing Realm, and there are countless souls because of the perennial battles. Kill a ghost or a superbent soul to have a chance to get a reincarnation stone. ”

The voice raised slightly and reminded solemnly: "Kill the revenant at will, there is a chance to deduct the reincarnation stone." No one stands in the way, and they make their own choices. ”

"If the natives of the Seven Killing Realm want to ascend to the Heavenly Gate and leave this realm, they need to find a stranger to lead them and put in two reincarnation stones. ”

"Carry the treasure through the gate of heaven, and determine the number of reincarnation stones according to the quality of the treasure. ”

The voice seemed to explain the task, and then disappeared without a trace.

Behind the two golden pillars of the Heavenly Gate, there were two black-clothed and white-skinned old men lying respectively.

Black and white impermanence are not comfortable drinking wine in the sun, and they are in a good mood, and they can finally relax for a while.

Clean up the matter of the ghosts and overkill the souls, and hand it over to the young people who want to return to the trapped dragon world to do it for them.

Xing Zhen gathered his mind and looked around the four fields, and what he saw was a dilapidated scene of the collapsed city wall and scattered houses.

The scale is enough for the prosperity of a county, but the prosperous city is not full of devastation.

The streets in front of you are full of potholes, and the scattered horseshoe prints are embedded in the dirt road in front of you.

Looking up into the distance, the eye is everywhere you look.

I thought it was an empty county town with no people, but suddenly there was a noise in my ears.

"Don't crowd, don't crowd, get in line. ”

"I'll come first, I'll come first. ”

The voice is roughly like this, one side of the persuasion comes in order, and the other side is impatient to scramble.

Xing Zhen turned the corner of the street in search of the voice, and the puppy cub buzzed his nose with disdain on his face.

What caught my eye was a long queue waiting for free porridge, and after the reassuring voices that had just been appeased, the refugee line was much more tidy.

The number of refugees is quite large, as many as three or four thousand. There are all old and weak women and children, and there is not a single young man.

All of them were dusty and shabby. Walking is weak, obviously lack of food and clothing.

Divide into ten teams to take porridge, and each team has a cauldron surrounded by two people in front of it.

There are not many rice grains in the porridge, but there is a faint aroma of rice overflowing. In the eyes of these refugees, it is definitely a treasure.

Commanding the refugee team was a middle-aged man dressed in a cedar tree.

The man wears a hosta with an extraordinary bearing, and although he is busy, he still has a demeanor.

He was very patient and offered to bring a bowl of porridge to the child when he saw him.

The refugees who took the porridge waited in line, and the men who distributed the porridge were busy. There is only one boy in brocade, who looks dignified and stands with his hands in his hands.

A crystal clear jade pendant hangs on one side of his waist, and a long sword hangs on the other.

The scabbard is bronze and engraved with a dragon circling. Not to mention the long sword inside, the scabbard alone is worth a lot of money.

Behind them, there were twenty cauldrons on the fire. The water was boiling and steaming.

Even so, it is not enough for the refugees in front of them to demand. The ten long dragons have always maintained their original length, and they have never been shortened.

For no other reason, the refugees who got a bowl of porridge couldn't care about the heat. Less than ten steps away from the group, there was no porridge left.

Then run to the end of the line and continue to line up again. Women and the elderly with children also have their own solutions.

Give the porridge to the children to drink slowly, while you take a new bowl and continue to line up.

Greed and discontentment are everywhere, and there are also those who stealthily take out the jar. Put away the free porridge and keep it for a long time.

They thought they were doing it very secretively, but they couldn't escape the eyes of the brocade boy and the Rushan man.

The two of them didn't care, and after smiling slightly, they didn't see it.

Xing Zhen glanced at the puppy: "Don't you like to drink porridge, it's not as delicious as big fish and meat, right?"

The puppy nodded vigorously.

"This should be the blessed land of the Seven Killings, and we need to get familiar with it for a while when we first arrived. Either eat porridge or go hungry. ”

"You choose for yourself, drink porridge and nod, don't drink porridge and shake your head. ”

The puppy still nodded.

The expected answer, Xing Zhen rolled his eyes: "You go get the porridge, I'll wait here." ”

The puppy stood still and shook his head vigorously.

Ever since Xing Zhen changed his heart to drink, his face has been morbidly pale.

At this time, his face turned black and he scolded: "It's delicious and lazy." ”

Immediately, the punishment was really difficult, although he was not dressed gorgeously, but he was much better than these refugees.

In every way, it doesn't look like a person who can't afford to eat.

I know best what level I have. It came suddenly, and he didn't have an extra bite of food.

There is an even more embarrassing problem, there is no bowl, you can't always use your hands to pick it up.

When he was struggling with the crime, a Buddha horn sounded in his ears.

"Amitabha, if the donor doesn't dislike it, you can take the little monk's dervish and serve porridge first. ”

As if seeing the doubts of the punishment, he continued: "The donor can go with confidence, and the good people give alms regardless of whether they are high or low. But when there is a need, the good man will never be stingy. ”

Xing Zhen turned around and glanced at the little monk who spoke, except for the light above his head, the rest of the place was the same as the refugees.

There were more than a dozen patches of large and small patches in the thin monk's robe, and some holes that had not had time to be sewn up, revealing the bronzed skin inside.

There is a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and a pair of thumbs are very dishonest. The straw sandals were broken, and they came out to breathe.

The little monk who spoke was not very old, and he looked like a prisoner.

All over the body, there is nothing but the dervish in his hand.

first thanked him, but politely refused: "Thank you, master, I want your dervishes, master, you use He Sheng porridge." ”

The little monk calmly, pointed to the end of a line and said, "The little monk and senior brother are lined up there, and the two of us can use a dervishes." ”

Xing Zhen was so focused just now that he didn't notice the approach of the little monk. It was precisely because of the senior brother who was staring at him that he was also a very interesting monk.

The outfits are almost the same as those of the junior and junior in front of them, they are all plain, except for clothes and dervishes.

Xing Zhen is curious not because they have shabby clothes, this kind of ascetic has seen a lot in the world of sleepy dragons.

What is curious is that this senior brother, every time he sees an old man with gray hair who knows the destiny of heaven behind him, or an ignorant child who walks in a hurry, he will take the initiative to give up his position and line up at the back.

Seeing that the little monk often gave up his position, some women stared at the little monk with blank eyes. I didn't say anything, but the meaning was obvious.

And this little monk, who is a senior brother, grinned and smirked and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." ”

Then he took the initiative to give up his position and walked to the end of the line with a smile.

As they came and went, the positions of others became more and more advanced, and the position of the little monk was always kept at the end.

Xing Zhen said bluntly: "Senior brother of the master, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get clear porridge." ”

"Looking at these refugees, it won't end until we finish all these porridges. ”

"Master Gao Feng Liangjie, dare to ask the law name of the master and your senior brother?"

Xing Zhen asked a lot of questions in a row, and the little monk didn't have any impatience.

He replied: "Good and good, the little monk's Dharma is extinguished, and the senior brother's Dharma is originated." ”

Xing Zhen continued to ask: "Master, if you go to line up, you will be the same as your senior brother, right?"

The little monk didn't answer positively, and said, "Good, good." ”

The torturer really understood: "Thank you, master." ”

Then he unceremoniously took the dervishes and threw a sentence to the puppy: "Wait here." ”

The man with the sword was nervous, carrying the utensils of the Buddhist family to receive the porridge.

The Seven Killings Blessed Land is upright and hot in summer, and at noon, the ground is hot on the ground roasted by the scorching sun.

The refugees in the queue were all sweating profusely, but they persevered.

Xingzhen was not as merciful as an ascetic, and when he saw the refugees here, almost all of them had received porridge once, so there was no need to give in again.

The team was slow, but it was moving slowly. It just took some time, and it wasn't too much of a tribulation.

The dervish of Buddhism is more than twice as large as a normal bowl.

As the little monk Yuan Xuan said, the owner of the porridge is not distinguished from the high and the low, as long as he queues up, he will give it.

When it was Xingzhen's turn, the guards who beat the porridge were almost numb. didn't even look at Xingzhen, and directly filled the dervish.

It is also the command of the good to fill whatever utensils they carry.

But there is one thing, you are not allowed to use jars or buckets or anything like that. After all, everyone must have porridge to drink first.

Xing Zhen kicked away the puppy who was running around and walked straight to the end of the line.

Then he did something that made the puppy stagger, and he and Yuan Qi changed the dervishes.

There is a shirk in the origin, and the attitude of the criminal truth is extremely tough. Not only did the dervish change, but the position was also taken by force.

He had good intentions, and he wanted to let the origin and cause of the extinction drink a mouthful of porridge first, so as not to suffer from heat stroke on a hot day.

However, as soon as Yuan Qi turned around, he distributed the full porridge to the two young children who ran over to smell the fragrance.